High above the floor where Darcy remained unaware of everything unfolding, inside the quiet isolation of the penthouse, Micah had already dragged Clyde into the master bedroom and stripped him down with very little patience and even less restraint. The entire process had been inconvenient, exhausting, and far more difficult than Micah had expected, especially considering that Clyde, despite appearing completely unresponsive, was still a full-grown man with considerable weight and an annoyingly sturdy build.
The seed of suspicion that had taken root in Micah's mind refused to quiet itself. It had only grown stronger with every passing moment. Something about Clyde's lack of bodyguards did not sit right with him. That thought alone was enough to irritate Micah to no end.
